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Dragonheart: Rise of the Harbinger	By : Lady_Kae Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 9483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: I wanted to take a moment to apologize for not posting as often as I have been. My laptop hit the shit a couple days ago and the only time I can now update is when my hubby decides to relinquish his hold on the only computer in the house. That's like trying to pull teeth, let me assure you. I have been able to edit the story on my smartphone however (THANK YOU GOOGLE DOCS!) and there are only three chapters left until this leg of the story ends. There will be two more parts of this, in fact, the second part is already in the works. Hope you all are enjoying everything so far! Without any further adeiu, here's Chapter 9.
-Kae
Chapter 9: Rescue from Hags End

" Listen up whelps! The Companions have been betrayed by one of our own!" Kodlak boomed over the morning din. Tarrowlyn, Farkas, Vilkas, and Aela were standing behind him; all of them looking fairly imposing as they were dressed in their full armor, and the mead hall quieted immediately. " As most of you know, Tarrowlyn was returned to us in a bad way earlier this week and that it was Farkas who brought her back. I also know the rumors and speculation that have been flying around since that night. Dismiss those thoughts now, as we now know the true culprit. Gemaine, who joined our ranks barely even two months ago, was a double agent for the Silver Hand and it was he who viciously attacked our shield sister. If you see him, do not let him know she is alive. Kill him on sight and bring me his head. That's only if Aela, Vilkas, and I are not fruitful ourselves in finding him first. Until I return, Tarrowlyn is in charge. If she is unavailable, defer to Farkas." Kodlak leveled a glare on Njada, who had audibly scoffed, and she haughtily looked away. She was really the only one of the whelps who still gave Tarrowlyn grief over every little thing possible. Kodlak turned to look at the two members of the circle who would be remaining at Jorrvaskr. " We'll return in a few weeks even if we haven't found him. Keep each other safe, and Farkas, for the love of the gods, do not let the whelps walk all over you." The look on the old man’s face spoke volumes of exasperation.
" Not gonna happen, Kodlak. It may take a few punches getting thrown, but I'll reestablish myself here." Farkas replied with a confident smirk. " And as for keeping her safe, I doubt anyone's going to get through Ria, Athis, and Torvar. Much less myself. Njada still can't stand her and that hasn’t really changed since I left." Farkas chuckled a little at this statement and he looked down over to Tarrowlyn with carefully concealed affection. He only hoped he would be able to look at her that way openly again, to be able to show her how she made him feel. His silvery blue eyes were roaming her profile as she looked to Kodlak with a confident smile on her face.
Tarrowlyn smirked broadly and she tilted her chin up a little in her pride. " She's pissed because she's been here longer and I rose through the ranks faster. If she keeps it up, I'll show her why I rose up as fast as I did." Tarrowlyn growled. She noticed her chest didn’t feel as tight as it had yesterday, though she was sure that the talk she had with Kodlak last night had something to do with it. There was also the one on one she had with Farkas too, though Tarrowlyn felt her pulse quicken a little at the promise he had made her. He would give her how ever long it took, but he was still interested in pursuing a relationship with her, and despite the fear Tarrowlyn felt at that moment, she couldn’t help but wonder if he would keep true to his word.
Kodlak's brow quirked with interest, and it had been a very long time since anyone had put Njada in her place. Tarrowlyn was something else to watch in a fist fight and if Njada kept her attitude up, there was no doubt going to be a brawl between the two women. And he was going to miss it. Damn the timing of it all! “ We’ll set out now. I had better come back to the mead hall in one piece.” he chortled.
Tarrowlyn chuckled as well. “ No worries, Kodlak. We’ll all be alright, isn’t that right whelps?!” She tried her damnedest to not let her worry, or agitation at their leaving show. The last thing Tarrowlyn wanted was so much focus put on her by any of the men here so soon. It was something she needed to work past though, and unlike in the time she came from, there were no therapists, no rape counselors to help her with that. Tarrowlyn didn’t have the luxury of time either, something else that she knew all too well. It was either allow herself to be swallowed up by that horrible memory, or fight through the fear a day at a time and become stronger for it.
Tarrowlyn wasn’t going to let fear rule and ruin her life.
A resounding cheer and raised mugs met that proclamation and Kodlak chuckled. She was definitely on the right way back to who he knew her to be. He looked over to Farkas and the young man was smiling covertly at Tarrowlyn while her attentions were diverted. At least the boy is still as smitten as he used to be with her. Kodlak thought approvingly. Maybe he would yet get to see the outcome of all this. Hopefully wedding bells would be ringing in the next few months if all went well.

Tarrowlyn was sparring two weeks later with both Torvar and Athis under Farkas' watchful eye when a courier came running up. " Thane Tarrowlyn! Is the Harbinger inside?!" he called out breathlessly. Farkas was eyeing him curiously as the postman tore through the training yard.
" No!" Tarrowlyn grunted in response as she fished her dagger from her boot to parry Torvar's blade. Her right hand was blocking swing after swing from Athis and he gave a bellow as he charged in for a powerful attack. She jumped back with a broad grin on her face and she couldn't keep herself from laughing as Athis barreled right into Torvar, sending the two of them crashing to the ground. " The Harbinger is away at the moment, but I've been placed in charge in his absence. Well, as in charge as I can be with this rowdy bunch."
" You've gotten much better than I thought you would have. I don't think there's any more I can teach you, sister." Athis chortled as he and Torvar got to their feet.
" Yeah, even Njada can't take both of us on at the same time." Torvar finished. Both men were beaming proudly at the young woman they had been training with for the better part of a year. Tarrowlyn had truly earned her status amongst the ranks of the Companions.
Tarrowlyn waved them both off inside with an embarrassed flush on her cheeks. " What is it?" She asked the postman, her tone serious as she sheathed her blade.
" There's been a kidnapping in the Pale! A young boy was taken the Forsworn!" He said in a panic.
Tarrowlyn's eyes went wide and she began dashing for the doors leading inside. " Where did they take him?"
" Scouts put them at Hag's End in Haafingar three weeks ago!"
Tarrowlyn skidded to a stop before her hand could touch the latch. " Three weeks?! Why didn't the boy's parents put out the word sooner?!" By the gods! Three weeks?! What horrors had that poor boy been subjected to all this time? Why in oblivion had his parents not contacted someone sooner? Unless the boys parents don’t give a damn about him. she thought with a scowl. Tarrowlyn hated parents like that. Children were a blessing to be cherished. Now that she would never be able to have her own...
" He's an orphan, Thane. The villagers of Dawnstar thought that he had run off in the night, until recently at least. Somehow he managed to escape, but he was captured again just as he came across some legionnaires." The courier explained, interrupting the dragonborn’s darker musings. She looked as if she was going to send his head rolling for delivering such news.
Tarrowlyn looked thoughtful for a few moments before she turned her eyes to Farkas. " We're leaving right now." She said, her tone not broking for any opposition. She threw the doors open, her stride quick and long. " NJADA!" she bellowed through the hall.
" What?!" The other woman snapped impertinently. She was in the middle of preparing to leave herself. Njada wasn’t going to stay here another day if she had to listen to Tarrowlyn’s bickering with Farkas. The two of them had been fighting damn near every morning when the dragonborn wanted a little stroll around the city by herself. For what, Njada didn’t care. She could understand the need to have some alone time, and she felt Farkas was taking his duty too seriously. He needed to learn that while he was supposed to keep a constant watch on Tarrowlyn, he needed to learn when to let her go as well. There were plenty of guards outside who would willingly run to the Thane's aid after all. But Farkas refused to leave her be and Njada would be damned if she heard the two of them go back and forth another morning however.
" Farkas and I need to leave on an emergency job this instant! Keep the rest of the whelps in line until Kodlak or myself come back." Tarrowlyn ordered her. She was already grabbing her newest shield from it’s place on the wall and she could see Farkas doing the same. She was going to have to ask when he switched to a one handed blade, if Tarrowlyn remembered to do so at least.
" What, can't the Crimson Lightning handle this job herself?" Njada sneered. She really couldn’t help making the jibe, but she instantly regretted it with what Tarrowlyn said next.
Tarrowlyn's eyes were narrowed into fine slits and full of fire as she leveled her gaze on the other woman. " No, not this time." She admitted. " These aren't like the jobs that Vilkas, or Aela have given me. The enemy is the Forsworn, and quite frankly I have very little experience dealing with them. I don't want a repeat of what happened to me a few weeks ago because I didn't have a shield sibling."
Njada's face fell at the mention of the condition that Tarrowlyn had returned to Jorrvaskr in. While only a select knew for certain, Njada, Ria, Torvar, and Athis had been able to figure out that Tarrowlyn had been captured, tortured, and taken against her will. But in the end, Tarrowlyn had managed to escape somehow, and she was still there to irritate the living crap out of Njada. Beggars can’t be choosers after all. Njada thought and she smirked after a moment. It was the closest she would ever come to obeying an order from Tarrowlyn. " I'll keep them in line, now get out of here." She growled, though the smirk was still in place.
Tarrowlyn smirked herself as she bolted down the steps and into the living quarters. She needed her armor after all and Eorlund had just told her that morning her new set was in the chest in her room.

Farkas was fairly silent as he and Tarrowlyn rode hard for Haafingar. Tanaris and Thunder seemed as if they were racing one another with the pace the two steeds were going at, and Tarrowlyn pulled the reins to bring the horse to a stop. " How familiar are you with Haafingar?" she asked softly, making sure to take in her surroundings.
" I know where Hag's End is. Don't worry. Follow me." Farkas replied. He didn't look over his shoulder at her, but he knew her face was set in a grim scowl and her skin was a bit on the pale side. And they say I have a big heart...Tarrowlyn is putty in a child's hands. Farkas thought. He knew that from her earlier days in Whiterun, and Tarrowlyn had taken great relish in playing tag or hide and seek with Braith, Lucia, Lars, and Mila. Now that I think on it. I haven't seen hide nor hair of Lucia since I returned. He thought. He had smelled her around town, the little girl's scent wasn't hard to miss because she loved lavender so much, but he hadn't spotted her as of late. He wondered what had happened to her.
They rode in silence for the majority of the day and the two made camp in a cave that night well within the borders of the Reach. Tarrowlyn had needed to stop in Markarth for something and there they had run into Vilkas, Aela, and Kodlak. Once the Harbinger had been appraised, he had sent the two off with a warning. Keep to the terrain of the Reach. While we haven’t seen them yet, we’ve found signs of at least five dragons in this area. The cliffs and mountains will offer better protection. he had said to both of them. And Farkas had made sure to take the old man’s advice. While it had made the trip a little longer, and they had been waylaid more by the forsworn than either Companion would have liked, they would cross into Haafingar by midday tomorrow.
Tarrowlyn stirred the cooking pot a bit, as she had made a stew from the vegetables she had brought and the rabbits that Farkas had trapped. Her eyes were fixed to the fire, her thoughts occupied by the poor boy in the clutches of the Forsworn. She couldn't stand the thought of children being harmed, couldn't stomach the idea that they may be too late.
" I'm sure the boy is fine for now, and we'll get him back to Dawnstar safe and sound." Farkas said reassuringly.
Tarrowlyn jumped at the unexpected consolation, and she exhaled deeply in an effort to calm her nerves. It didn't help that it was just the two of them out here. She knew Farkas would never hurt her, but her subconscious kept whispering warnings to the conscious mind. " How did you know?" She asked. She spooned a heaping serving into Farkas' offered mug and then she served some up for herself. She found that she much preferred the way food tasted cooked over a flame than by the electric coils that had been on her stovetop in the future. There was also something more warming about it too, as if the food took in the essence of the flames to pass on to the imbiber.
" You may be able to slay dragons, and kill handfuls of men single handedly, but you're a softy when it comes to kids." Farkas chuckled. " I may have been gone for most of the year, but that hasn't changed about you since you first came to Whiterun."
Tarrowlyn chuckled as she took another bite. This had to be one of her better stews yet, she mused. The meal was enjoyed in silence, though Tarrowlyn couldn't keep herself from laughing as Farkas ate his faster than she had and then motioned for seconds as he handed her his mug.
" I wanted to ask. The little girl that was begging near the temple. What happened to her?" Farkas said finally. His brow was furrowed as he looked into the fire himself and he sighed heavily. He could only hope the girl was okay.
Tarrowlyn nearly choked on the bite she was chewing and she sputtered a bit in an effort to clear her throat. " What?"
" Little Lucia...I haven't seen her since I got back. Did she get sent over to Honorhall or something?" Farkas replied.
Tarrowlyn blanched. She didn't want any harm to come to her daughter, not that Farkas would ever intentionally do something like that, but she couldn't lie to him either. Would it be so bad to let him know what he was getting into if he waited for her?
Farkas watched Tarrowlyn as she thought long and hard, amused at all the emotions that were playing out over her face. He couldn’t stop himself from thinking how beautiful she looked against the firelight. The flame’s glow danced along the shining, crimson tresses that were framing her face, and made her hair look as if it were a living flame itself. It was entrancing to watch.
" I don't know. I'll ask Hulda and Brennuin when we finally get back." She said after a long time.
Farkas didn't quite believe her, but he didn't say anything. If she thought that what she had to say would bring harm to the girl, then he wouldn't push it. Her reaction had not been lost on him however. " Did you want to get some sleep first or should I?" He asked. They should take up watch so they weren't ambushed in the middle of the night. While they had been careful to not leave any forsworn that they had come across alive, you never knew who would be out at this time of night scouting.
" You go ahead. I'm not too certain I can sleep right now." Tarrowlyn replied. Her stomach felt as if it was twisting and curling upon itself in her nervousness, so much so that she had barely touched her supper. Tarrowlyn didn’t want to stop any longer than necessary. She'd much rather keep moving closer to Hag's End than stay the night here. She couldn't keep her mind off of that poor lad and how scared he might be. Now that she knew how terrifying it was to be held against one's will, to have one's choice and freedom stripped from them with no hope in sight, she didn't want to think of how the boy was feeling at this moment.
" Don't worry Tarrowlyn." Farkas said softly. He could see this was honestly bugging her. He reached out to lay a hand on her shoulder and she flinched a bit at the contact. He couldn't help the hurt that gripped his heart when she did and he mentally kicked himself. She might put on a brave face in front of everyone else, but Tarrowlyn was still scared of any sort of contact unless she initiated it. Slowly her hand came up to hold his and she pulled him closer, though Farkas was hesitant.
" I know you won't hurt me, Farkas. It's just that I can't help but still fear any sort of touch. I almost lashed out at Ria yesterday, so it's not just you, okay?" She whispered. As scared as she was, she needed the comfort he was trying to offer her, needed to feel that sense of safety with him again. Slowly, both his arms wrapped around her shoulders loosely as he settled behind her and Tarrowlyn put her chin on his forearms as she gripped them gently with both hands. She had missed this, missed him. Sure there had been many a night where Vilkas had held her the exact same way, but it was more of a brotherly embrace when it came to the twins. With Farkas, his embrace made her heart hammer against her chest, flooded her body with a warmth it hadn’t known for almost a year. " I'm scared we're going to be too late, but at the same time I know we need to rest."
" We both know we won't sleep much tonight." Farkas deadpanned and he felt her nod in agreement. " A definite downside to the beast blood in our veins."
" That's on top of the nightmares I have for that matter." Tarrowlyn whispered.
Farkas couldn't keep his grip from tightening protectively on her. " You're not alone there." He admitted. In all honesty, ever since he had found her in Bloated Man's Grotto, he had been having nightly terrors himself. Most of them were of the same vein, that he had found her dead as opposed to just barely hanging on, but some of the more graphic ones were of her going feral in her transformed state and killing him. " And I'm pretty sure they're not too far from yours either."
Tarrowlyn's face fell and her hands gripped his arms like a set of twin vices her grip was so stern. She felt so ashamed that he had seen her in such a state, had seen her nearly lose all of her control. " I'm sorry..." she whimpered.
" Don't be." Farkas replied gently, tentatively pulling her closer against him. His head rested in the crook of her neck as Tarrowlyn began crying softly and he just silently and sullenly held her.
There wasn't much else he could do.

The two were silent as death as they crept their way through Deepwood Redoubt, a series of tunnels that would lead them to Hag's End, and Tarrowlyn stopped short. She was sniffing the air tentatively and she pulled the string of her bow back, readying her arrow to shoot. " Three ahead. All Forsworn." She whispered to him.
“ Ready when you are.” Farkas replied with a smirk.
Tarrowlyn smirked back and she nodded. She jumped onto the stone wall, firing her arrow once she got a target in sight and Farkas ran in just after she had. With a bellow, his blade sank into the next two Forsworn and he recoiled as an arrow suddenly hit him from the left. Tarrowlyn looked up in the direction the arrow had flown from and she narrowed her eyes as she spotted two more Forsworn on the bridge they would more than likely need to cross before reaching their destination. Two more arrows flew in rapid succession, both felling their intended targets with practiced precision. She heard Farkas bellow again, and she ran after him, her bow drawn and ready for another shot.
The swing of axes stopped Farkas in his tracks before he could run through the tunnel leading towards the next room and his newfound quarry. She was cackling tauntingly at him, her fingers waving at him in the ‘come hither’ curl.
“ Farkas, stay here.” Tarrowlyn said as she shouldered her bow.
“ You’ll be sliced to ribbons if you try to run that, Tarrowlyn.” he countered, his brow furrowing at her.
Tarrowlyn laughed darkly. “ Do you know why I earned the name Crimson Lightning?” she asked him as she pulled her sword from its sheath on her hip. She took a stance as if she was getting ready to sprint and she smiled at the dumbfounded look on his face. “ Well you’re about to.”
“ What?” Farkas replied, thoroughly confused.
“ WULD NAH KEST!” Tarrowlyn shouted, rushing through the gauntlet of axes without a scratch and her blade sank into the chest of the Forsworn woman even as she screamed in dismay. She pulled her sword free and sheathed it, at the same time grabbing the lever that would stop the axes from swaying to and fro.
Farkas was silent in his awe as he joined her at the end of the hall. “ That, I’ll admit, was amazing.” he said finally.
Tarrowlyn shrugged and smirked as she led the way again, and she held her hand out to stop Farkas once they reached the next room. “ Watch out!” she hissed quietly. She hurriedly held her finger to her lips to let him know to be quiet. “ There’s one in the room over that way, but there are frost runes all over the floor. See that bright white light.” She pointed to the complex circles written in the runic language and she glowered. “ We must be drawing closer. Check the door over there to see if we can just keep moving.”
Farkas nodded and he turned around to watch Tarrowlyn a moment. She was whispering something under her breath while inspecting the closest rune and her brow knitted tightly in her ire. He turned back to the door and he swore under his breath when it refused to budge. “ It’s locked, and I’m out of picks.”
“ Me too. I can’t dispel the traps either. They’ll have to be triggered directly and we can only pray that the blast won’t kill us.” she replied.
Farkas nodded, his mind already made up. There wasn’t any way he was going to allow Tarrowlyn to do this to herself. “ I’ll trigger them then. This way, all you have to do is heal me once everything settles.” he offered grimly. He would rather see himself get hurt than to see her in pain again. It was unavoidable, this he knew of course, but Farkas never wanted to see Tarrowlyn like that again.
Tarrowlyn shook her head fervently in the negative and both her hands pressed against his chest plate in an effort to keep him from moving. Just as much as Farkas didn’t want to let Tarrowlyn do it, she didn’t want him to put himself at risk for her sake. Her heart thundered wildly as she attempted in vain to push him away from the first rune. I can’t let him do this! Not when I still lo….Tarrowlyn froze a moment when she realized what she had been feeling, but she knew it to be true. Farkas was the last person she wanted to see die, and Tarrowlyn knew that if he did that her heart would utterly break. He still had a promise to keep to her after all. “ I’ll keep my distance, for now. But sooner or later, and I doubt you’ll even realize it, but I’ll be trying to work my way back under your skin again, trying to help reignite the spark that both of us felt the first time I kissed your hand…” Tarrowlyn recalled. She shook her head and with all her might heaved the gentle giant away from the first rune." No!" She cried silently. " We don't know how strong these traps are! The first could kill you before I have a chance to heal you! I don’t want to see you get hurt!"
" What about you then?!" Farkas retorted passionately as both his hands grasped her shoulders. " I can't see you like that again, Tarrowlyn!" His eyes nearly filled with tears right then and there and he pulled her tight against him in a crushing embrace. " Please don't make me...I can't bear to see you in pain like that..." he whispered desperately against her ear.
Tarrowlyn had gone stock still the moment he held her and slowly her hands rose to return the embrace. Neither was willing to budge on this issue, but they had to come to an agreement. " Farkas..." Tarrowlyn began softly, her voice thick with emotion and trepidation.
“ Who’s there?!” came a woman’s voice from the other room.
Both Farkas and Tarrowlyn froze at the sound, and Tarrowlyn shoved him towards the hallway they had come from while she took cover behind one of the old preparation alters. Footsteps, groggy and uneven, filled the room as the occupant of the room nearby walked in. Tarrowlyn ducked just in time as the stupid woman set off her own trap, and she was thrown into the next one closest to Tarrowlyn and Farkas resulting in the detonation of that frost trap as well. Farkas peered his head around the corner from where he had taken cover and he looked over to Tarrowlyn who he could see rising from where she had hidden. Their eyes met and they both looked to the now dead Forsworn as she gazed upwards with a perpetual ‘o’ stuck in her lips.
An amused snort drew Farkas’ attention and Tarrowlyn covered her mouth with both hands to be on the safe side. “ I honestly don’t mean to laugh, but how stupid does someone have to be to forget about their own traps? It was her magicka on them.” she sniggered mirthfully.
“ How can you tell?” Farkas asked, though he was trying to keep from laughing himself now.
“ Mages are taught how to sense another wizard in their early days at the college. Can’t tell you how many drills and wards I had to go through and put up before the professors finally eased up on me. Besides, how did you think I knew to force you to hang back a moment while I take out the spell users of this ragtag bunch of nimrods?” Tarrowlyn retorted as she began walking towards the room. Well, at least that had been what she had been taught in her time. Maybe they hadn’t gotten that far in the fourth era yet. “ I’m going to look in there a moment to see if I can find a key. Keep an eye out, okay?”
Farkas nodded as he began looking about for any valuables and he heard Tarrowlyn doing the same thing. Might as well make the best of it...

" What are we going to do with him? He keeps resisting no matter what we do."
A pair of bright blue eyes glowered at the person making this statement and the boy boldly met the cold eyes of the Forsworn who had kidnapped him. He would keep fighting no matter what it took too. He wasn't staying here if he could help it.
" If he keeps it up, we'll kill him." Another replied with a sneer. If that wasn't enough to cow the boy their hand would be forced. " Keep it up, boy, I dare y..."
THUNK!
The boy nearly leapt to his feet as an arrow seated itself between the eyes of the man that had just been speaking to him and he looked about. Where in oblivion had that come from?! Was someone here to rescue him?
" Get the boy!" Came a new voice, deeper than he had heard the others.
At that point did the boy get to his feet and he dashed for the fallen corpse of the Forsworn that had just been shot. He grabbed the dagger from the belt and not a moment too soon as the other Forsworn grabbed him at the collar and he jabbed the jagged knife into the man's rib cage. He jerked it out and sent the knife into the now exposed and reachable throat, forcing the bastard to choke on his own blood as he drowned in it. Thank the gods the khajiit had thought to teach him this the last time the caravan had come to Dawnstar. A pair of arms suddenly scooped him up as a battle cry echoed through the camp, and he looked up to see a woman in armor with bright red hair.
" No worries lad, we're here now." She whispered to him. " Farkas! Back to Deepwood Redoubt! C'mon!"
The boy squirmed from her grip but his hand was clasped in hers as they began running back for the entrance to the vale. " Who are you?" He shouted, looking over their shoulders at the same time she did to see if her partner was following them.
" We'll do the introdu...Get down!" Tarrowlyn shouted, skidding to a stop and forcing the boy behind her even as she brought her shield up to deflect a volley of arrows being shot at them. " FARKAS! NOW!" she bellowed once she was sure no more arrows were being fired yet.
" KINDA BUSY!" came the irate reply.
Tarrowlyn swore under her breath and she drew out the dagger Vilkas had gifted to her. " Get behind those rocks by the path over there. They should provide you enough cover so you won't be seen. Do not hesitate to use this if any make it passed us, got it?" She shoved the blade into his hand and the boy nodded grimly. " Good. We'll be right back. I promise you that." And with that Tarrowlyn drew her blade and she rushed headlong into the fray to back Farkas up.
Farkas grunted as he felt the blade of the Forsworn glance his side and he looked at his adversary murderously. " I'll kill you! " he bellowed. His sword sank into the gut of the woman attempting to kill him and he heard Tarrowlyn shout something with her thu'um. Judging by the way some of their enemies had just gone flying, he would have to wager that was Unrelenting Force. She had thankfully caught him up on the amount of shouts she had learned in the time he had been gone. Their backs met as the Forsworn began circling around them and he looked over his shoulder to her. " You take the twenty on the left?"
" Sounds like a plan." She replied breathlessly, her green eyes turned to him as well. " I think it may be time to go a bit wild, however. Get this done and over with."
Farkas nodded and both sheathed their blades at the same time. Tarrowlyn shimmied out of her breast plate faster than Farkas did, but he had already removed his gauntlets and boots.
" Don't tell me you two are surrendering." One called out to them mockingly.
Tarrowlyn's eyes turned golden as she toed off her boots next. " You wish." She said with a smirk. " You ready?"
" Yeah." Farkas replied confidently. " Are you going to be alright?" This was going to be the first time she had fully transformed since she was turned. He was worried that her beast half was going to make a bid for freedom if Tarrowlyn didn’t keep control.
" I think so. Don't hesitate to put me down if it looks like I'm not coming back Farkas. I mean it."
Farkas swallowed hard as he thought this over and he turned to Tarrowlyn for a brief moment. The Forsworn were baffled as to what was going on and were talking amongst themselves right now. " You had better come back then." He whispered. Before Tarrowlyn had a chance to reply, Farkas swept in and kissed her deeply. If he had to kill her, he wasn't going to have the regret of not doing this one last time, though he could admit to wanting much more than one last kiss.
Tarrowlyn went stiff at the contact, but she allowed him this last kiss. Granted, her heart was hammering in her chest, but she was surprised to realize that she had wanted this from him. Slowly, her eyes closed as Tarrowlyn relaxed into him and after a moment Farkas pulled away from her. " Let's get this over with." She whispered. Her voice was soft, but full of emotion. By the gods, she had forgotten how kissing him made her feel.
Farkas nodded and he turned back to the men and women before him. They were in for a nasty shock indeed.

The boy jumped when he heard two roars and he hid as far as he could behind the stones Tarrowlyn had pushed him towards. Whatever was over there, he wanted no part of it. Screams and shouts suddenly joined the din and he plugged his ears. He didn't want to hear any of this. Just almost as soon as it had begun everything went deathly quiet. Had they all killed each other?

Farkas panted heavily as he looked around at the bodies of the fallen and he turned his great black head over to the coppery red werewolf nearby. " You okay over there?" He asked her.
" Yeah...How much longer until the transformation wears off?" She replied. That hadn't been too bad for her first voluntary transformation and she looked down at her claws. They were still dripping with blood. Without warning, flashbacks of Bloated Man's Grotto came back all too vividly for her liking and Tarrowlyn screamed as if she were in absolute agony. She went to all fours, the wolfen half of her fighting her for dominance now, and shoving the urge to kill all those that had wronged her upon her already fragile psyche.
Farkas was already transforming back and he ran to her side. " Fight it...Tarrowlyn, you have to keep your control!" He pleaded. Farkas had to jump back the minute Tarrowlyn growled menacingly and her claws swiped out to gut him. Thank goodness his reflexes hadn’t dulled.
" What's going on?" The boy asked as he ran over. He had heard Tarrowlyn's agonized scream and he had run over to see if there was anything he could do to help. His face paled the moment he saw Tarrowlyn however and he looked to Farkas with abject terror in his eyes. He noticed that Farkas' pants were tattered beyond repair and that the other man was showing no fear of the creature before him. " Both of you are werewolves?!" By the eight, he had to get out of here before they killed him too!
" Boy, she's not going to hurt you and neither will I. Just take it easy, okay?" Farkas said gently. He slowly began making his way back over to Tarrowlyn and he kept his hands up for her to see. He had to keep her from going feral, otherwise, both he and the boy would die here.
" Don't tell him something like that!" Tarrowlyn snapped, though the fear in her voice was palpable. She was terrified of lashing out at the two of them, of killing either one of them in her current state. Her back arched painfully as her beast half tried to exert its influence again and she roared in protest. Tarrowlyn couldn’t let it take her over!
" I know you won't do it Tarrowlyn, or you would have already. The boy is innocent in all this, and you won't harm the innocent. " Farkas retorted. He had finally reached her side and he was smoothing his fingers through the silky red fur on her neck. Tarrowlyn's golden eyes closed at the touch and she leaned in closer to him. " Come here." Farkas waved the boy over and he came hesitantly at first. He had always heard that werewolves were nothing but savage beasts. The longer he looked at Tarrowlyn though, the more in awe he was of her. Farkas carefully laid the boy’s hand on her neck and after a moment he stepped closer. The boy had no fear rolling off of him, only curiosity at this point. That was a good thing, Farkas surmised, as their wolfen halves drew strength from the smell of fear.
Tarrowlyn felt the boy's hand slid through the fur behind her ear and slowly her bright, golden eyes opened to meet his. " What's your name, lad?" She finally asked him. She could feel the urge to kill and hunt receding the longer he was close to her. Farkas had been right, she wouldn’t hurt the innocent. Her wolf wanted Gemaine’s head, no one else would substitute that.
" Alesan, ma'am." He replied, though he was clearly distracted by her other form. For a werewolf, she was very pretty in her lupine state. " I run food to the miners in Dawnstar. Some nights they let me sleep by the fire at the inn."
She hissed as she felt a tugging in the muscles and bones of her limbs, as if they were retracting upon themselves to their normal length. " Turn around for a few moments please." Tarrowlyn said, her tone mirthful this time. " I'm changing back and you don't need to be seeing me in the state of dress I'll be in."
Alesan promptly blushed and turned around at the same time. " Are both of you Companions?" He asked.
" Yeah. Here, this should be your pack." Farkas said to Tarrowlyn. Alesan heard a bit of rustling as the two began pulling out a change of clothing for themselves. He heard Tarrowlyn swear under her breath, and Farkas chuckled at what she had to say. " Oh, well, we’ll stop in Solitude so you can replace them. Why do you ask, Alesan?" Tarrowlyn didn’t have another set of underthings, or bindings for her breasts. She was going to have to wear only her shirt, trousers, and her armor. Just a better mental image for me then. Farkas thought with a smirk. Just because he had agreed to give Tarrowlyn her space didn’t mean he was going to stop fantasizing about her. She had been all he thought about for nearly eight months.
" The man I ran into said he'd get his friend to help me and that they were a Companion of Jorrvaskr. Which one of you was it? " Alesan asked curiously as he rocked on his feet. He could hear both of them dressing at this point and he fought the urge to take a peek. He was a growing boy after all.
" Do you remember his name?" Tarrowlyn said. She was strapping her armor back on at this point and Alesan looked over his shoulder to her.
" He was a legionnaire named Hadvar...His troop was attacked when the Forsworn captured me again and he promised me that I would be saved as I was being drug off." Alesan's voice went soft the longer he thought about everything that had happened in the last month. " I don't have any means of paying you for rescuing me..."
Tarrowlyn smiled softly as she got down to a knee before him. " Hadvar is a dear friend of mine. We survived Helgan together, though just barely on my part. And as for payment, I'll take this instead of gold or jewels." She leaned forward and she pressed a soft kiss into his brow, eliciting a bright blush from the boy. " There. Paid in full." She chuckled. Maybe she would be able to see Hadvar in Solitude if she were lucky. It had been a long time since their paths had last crossed. Hopefully he was well.
Farkas smiled softly. She would make some child very lucky to have her for a mother some day. He could only hope he was with her when that happened. Farkas had been dreaming of what a family life with her would be like and the more he watched Tarrowlyn with Alesan, the more he could see that his dreams would not be too far from reality. " We need to get moving again." Farkas interrupted, his tone mirthful. His silvery blue eyes met her green ones and in that instant he saw the woman he knew and loved. Yes, she was still in there, just carefully hidden behind the massive wall she had erected around her heart to keep herself safe. Well, it would take time, but Farkas was sure now that he stood a chance at working his way though those defenses. And he was going to be patient enough until he did. His brow furrowed a little as a wave nervousness crashed over him. Part of him was now dreading for when they stopped for the night.
Farkas knew he was going to hear it later for stealing that kiss...

Alesan sighed a little as he leaned against Tarrowlyn. He was fast asleep in her lap and both Tarrowlyn and Farkas had no urge to rush their way to Dawnstar just yet. Tanaris was steady in her pace and Farkas had Thunder match that. They were halfway to Solitude, and even then, they would only be stopping long enough for Tarrowlyn to get what she needed. She didn't want to admit it, but she was worried about finding Gemaine in one of the towns. As much as she would love to see her friend again, Tarrowlyn had no desire to come across the man who had violated her, even if Farkas were there. She shook her head to clear those thoughts away and turned them once more to the third member in her company. Tarrowlyn smiled softly at the boy in her arms and she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. She had to admit, Alesan had grown on her already. She was tempted to throw caution to the wind and just take him back to Whiterun with them, skipping Dawnstar altogether once they finished in Solitude. At least Lucia would have an older brother and Alesan would have a loving home. The only piece missing from the equation was that Tarrowlyn didn’t have a husband.
" Don't get too attached. It makes it harder to say goodbye." Farkas said. He had a soft smile on his face as well watching her and Tarrowlyn looked over to him.
" Is that why you never said goodbye when you left all those months ago?" She shot back playfully. Her tone was teasing and light and Farkas' eyes dimmed at the thought. She immediately regretted teasing him about that. Damn it, I should know better than to dredge that up for him! It’s no different than Farkas accidentally mentioning anything related to...Tarrowlyn couldn’t bring herself to finish that train of thought. She needed to focus on the here and now, and right now, she needed to comfort Farkas.
Farkas sighed a little. " Yes." He finally replied. " I won't lie that's why I couldn't tell you myself. I knew that if I tried to, I wouldn't leave."
Tarrowlyn pulled Tanaris beside Thunder and she pulled the reins to stop, knowing Farkas would bring his steed to a pause as well. One of her hands laced itself with his and she gave it a soft, but insistent squeeze. " I'm sorry...I was just teasing you there. I thought we put all that behind us once I got my punch in." She said softly.
Farkas chanced a small smile and he leaned toward her.Her emerald eyes were full of sincerity and he gave her hand a tentative squeeze back. Tarrowlyn had been less and less reticent about sharing contact with him over the last couple of days. " I guess you're right about that." He said, pressing his forehead to hers. They were nose to nose now, looking each other dead in the eye,and a thought struck him as his silvery blue orbs narrowed. " I never got to say this, but hit me like you did then and the gloves are off, sister."
Tarrowlyn laughed, breaking their contact as she nudged Tanaris forward again. " I'd like to see you try." She shot back confidently, her voice a rather sultry purr. That tone and the look in her eyes made his pants uncomfortably tight. It almost reminded Farkas of the wanton look in those green eyes from their last encounter. Tarrowlyn blushed a little as she turned away. She had caught herself flirting with him! Had she really become that comfortable around Farkas again?!
Farkas couldn't keep the smile off his face as he followed her if he tried. Their banter was encouraging to say in the least.

Alesan was smiling as he ate later that night when they made camp. He had been listening to both Tarrowlyn and Farkas as they each told him of their adventures and his eyes were wide as they both told him about the fights they had gotten into in Dustman's Cairn.
" Alesan...There's something that Farkas and I need you to do for us. Never tell a single soul about the two of us being werewolves. It's a closely guarded secret and there are only a handful of us that know. Okay?" Tarrowlyn asked him. She knew that if it got out, the Companions would never be taken on for another job ever again.
Alesan nodded enthusiastically. " I promise on my pa's grave that I won't say a word. I want to know though, how old do I have to be to join the Companions? If the rest are anything like the two of you, I want to join as soon as possible!" He exclaimed enthusiastically.
Farkas chuckled as he handed his mug back to Tarrowlyn for a refill. " Sixteen. Vilkas and I were the youngest companions known to date, but there were extenuating circumstances." He began, telling Alesan more about his and his brother's time in Jorrvaskr. They had been fourteen when they had become whelps, and Kodlak wouldn’t allow them to do anything more than kill wolves or a bear or two that were harassing the people for nearly two years. Farkas had been fifteen however when he killed a man in self defence. He and Vilkas had been ambushed by a handful of bandits on their way to Kynesgrove and the twins had dispatched them with a little trouble. Vilkas still bore the scar on his side from that particular battle.
Alesan listened intently and by the time Farkas had finished speaking, the boy had fallen asleep. Farkas smiled a bit at the sight and he covered Alesan with one of the extra blankets they had brought along.
" He's a good kid." Farkas said softly. He ran his fingers through the ebony colored locks on Alesan’s brow, and Farkas swallowed hard as he smoothed them from the boy’s face. He had immediately thought of how much he wanted a family with the woman next to him. Alesan looked like Farkas a bit, but only when it came to his hair. Alesan’s eyes were the color of deep, blue sapphires. Nothing at all like his steel blue ones. Not only that, Alesan didn't have a big nose like Farkas and Vilkas. And even though he knew Tarrowlyn would never be able to have her own children, Farkas couldn't help but wonder if Alesan would have been a perfect cross between the two of them if they were his birth parents. The boy is going to break a lot of hearts when he gets older. He's already got the makings of a handsome man in him. he thought with the ghost of a smile on his face.
Tarrowlyn nodded silently in agreement and she leaned against Farkas as he sat beside her. She couldn't get enough of the feeling of safety he brought her, how comforting his presence was. It was as if her mind had finally quieted it’s inane ramblings of wariness and caution now that her heart had made its desires known. Thank the gods for small favors, as she wanted to keep the close friendship they had shared before everything had gone downhill earlier that year. She silently thanked Kodlak as well for telling her that Farkas was going to stick with her for now. Tarrowlyn hadn’t realized how much she needed him to be there for her, just how much she had missed Farkas’ presence. They had been fairly inseparable before Dustman’s Cairn and now they were reestablishing that closeness. It soothed her soul in a way Tarrowlyn would have never thought possible. Her eyes were closed as she basked in the heat coming from the fire and the warmth Farkas exuded. His arm wrapped around her shoulder and Tarrowlyn felt herself get pulled back slightly as he leaned against the wall of the abandoned tower they had sought refuge in for the night. His heart beat was sure and steady in her ear, with its soft tha-thump, tha-thump, tha-thump. She could feel drowsiness settling over her and she sat up. Tarrowlyn didn't want to fall asleep just yet. She still had to talk to Farkas about what happened earlier.
" You alright?" He asked her curiously. Farkas was sure she had been about to fall asleep.
" I'm fine. I wanted to thank you though, now that Alesan is sleeping." the young woman replied. She knew she needed to be able to openly talk to someone about the attack she had suffered and Tarrowlyn wrung her hands nervously. Farkas was the only viable option she had, as he had been the one who found her there to begin with. Sure Kodlak knew the whole story, but it was Farkas that had physically witnessed the aftermath. Not only that, he had promised to be there for her should Tarrowlyn ever need him. If there was ever a time to ever keep that promise, it’s now...she thought.
Farkas' brow furrowed as he tried to think of what he had done to deserve her thanks. What did he do?
" For not taking the free shot you were offered when both of us transformed back. I noticed your eyes were averted the entire time." She explained, her green eyes glittering mirthfully at the confusion in his own. " It may seem like a simple gesture of courtesy to you, but it helped to remind me that you're not like the men who raped me…” She held her hand up to quiet Farkas as he moved to stop her from talking. “ I’m fine, really…” Tarrowlyn paused as she drew a steadying breath and she pulled her knees up to lean her arms on. “ You are helping to remind me that not all men have evil in their hearts, Farkas. Those bastards they…” Tarrowlyn swallowed thickly as she began rocking back and forth a little. “...they blatantly fondled and gawked at me as if I were nothing more than an animal to them. Might as well have been." Tarrowlyn could feel tears stinging her eyes the longer she thought about it.
" You're not. Yes, we may be half beast, but we're still human too. The Silver Hand conveniently forgets that. And as for not looking, you've been through enough. I didn't want to make you any more uncomfortable than you already were." Farkas replied. He scooted a little closer to her should she need a shoulder to cry on. It wouldn't be the first, or the last time, Farkas knew that. He was determined to be there for her no matter what, and Tarrowlyn looked as if she was about to break down any minute if she kept going.
" Then why did you kiss me?" The fear and nervousness in her voice were gone with that one statement. Only authority and curiosity rung true in her dulcet tones.
Farkas looked Tarrowlyn in the eye and he shrugged after a moment. Well, better the truth than lying about it, he figured. Farkas was sure Tarrowlyn would catch him in a lie anyways. " If I had been forced to put you down if you had gone feral like you feared, I didn't want the regret of not kissing you one last time, of not expressing how I feel about you. I know you'd rather have me in the capacity of a friend, but I still care about you Tarrowlyn. I won't lie that I want more than that. But for now, friendship it is." Farkas got to his feet and he pulled his cloak on. It was a bit chilly out there; even for him, and Farkas wasn’t in the mood to put his armor on. Not when he’d be taking it off the minute he got back inside after all. " I'm going to walk the perimeter. Go to sleep if you want. I'll keep watch for now."
Tarrowlyn was brooding as he walked away, her eyes glued to the flickering flames of the fire before her. He certainly had no qualms in telling her he was still interested, but it had touched her deeply; more than she thought it would in all honesty, that he was willing to wait for her. Her eyes looked to the window and she stood up and she gazed down at the ground. He was just crossing into her line of sight and Tarrowlyn felt a small tear trickle down her cheek. Farkas had such a big heart, and she recalled the words Vilkas had told her long ago. " He's bound to love someone as earnestly as he wields his blade..."
More tears came unbidden and she hurriedly covered her mouth to stifle the sobs that were racking her body. She didn't want to wake Alesan and be forced to explain just why she was crying. By the nine though, Tarrowlyn felt so undeserving of such loyalty, such kindness. She didn't care that she had killed those men in self defense. She felt that she had taken more lives than her honor permitted. She was tainted, sullied, and broken. Why Farkas felt that she still deserved someone as kind and honorable as him was beyond her comprehension. Soon enough, he would move on when his patience with her wore thin, and things would be as they should. They would still be friends, but Tarrowlyn mourned the future that could have been.
With her heart heavy, she laid down beside Alesan and cried herself to sleep.

When Farkas came back inside their shelter, he smiled tenderly at the sight that met him. Alesan had curled up tight against Tarrowlyn and she was smiling a little in her sleep as she held him close to her. The thought that she would be an excellent mother came unbidden into his mind again and Farkas sat down beside where they lay. His fingers ran through the loose crimson strands that he could reach and he chuckled when her hand came up to swat his away.

" Stop that honey..." she grumbled in her sleep, though she was quiet again just a moment later. She must have been dreaming something. Farkas only hoped it was of both of them.
Farkas leaned over her and he pressed a gentle kiss against her temple. " Good night..." he whispered.
" Love."

Their trip to Dawnstar ended much too quickly for Tarrowlyn's liking and sooner than she would have preferred they were standing outside of the town near the inn. She was visibly upset at the thought of leaving Alesan here and Tarrowlyn drew upon her courage and strength. She was going to need every ounce.

Farkas cleared his throat and Tarrowlyn looked toward him. He could tell she wanted a moment alone with the boy. " I'm going inside the inn to get a few things for the trip back. Did you want anything?"
Tarrowlyn shook her head. “ I think I’ll be alright. Besides, it’ll only take us half a day if we go at a good pace. I’ll get something when we get back to Jorrvaskr.” she replied. She waited for Farkas to step inside the inn and she looked down to Alesan. He looked just as upset by this. " Alesan, keep in touch if you can. I know you'll find a way."
" That's the closest I've ever felt to having a ma..." Alesan whispered. He had told them both that his father had died a few months ago and he was scraping by. Alesan had never known his mother. His blue eyes were a bit dull, though there were tears in them that twinkled in the sunlight. He sniffed a bit as Tarrowlyn sat on both knees in front of him and he rubbed his eye in vain in an effort to keep his tears at bay.
" You're a very brave boy, Alesan. Hey, do you still have that dagger I handed you?" She asked him. One of her hands came up to rub the side of his neck and Alesan nodded as he pulled the knife out. " Hold on to that for me...Vilkas gave me that dagger as a gift for my birthday, so it means a lot to me."
" Do I have to come back here? Can't I go back with you?" He pleaded. He threw his arms around her neck and Tarrowlyn held him tight with a despondant look on her face as well. She didn't want to leave him here anymore than he wanted her to and she felt her heart clench in her chest. " I'll be a good son if you adopt me! I promise."
That statement was the arrow that broke the dragon’s back.
To the gates of oblivion with all this! After all, Tarrowlyn had managed to keep Lucia a secret all this time!
Tarrowlyn kissed him on the forehead again and she gently cupped his cheek. " Three weeks." She smiled at the confused look on Alesan's face and she leaned in close to whisper in his ear. His face immediately brightened and he nodded in return. " I'll be back by the first of Frostfall then. Here, tell Thoring to give you a room for the next couple of weeks. I don’t want you sleeping on a cold floor, got it?" She gave him a smaller coin purse with enough to get him by until she got back.
Alesan nodded one more time and he tied the pouch and dagger to his belt. " I'll take good care of it." he promised enthusiastically.
" I know you will. I want you to train a little too when you find the time." Tarrowlyn said with a smile.
Farkas stepped out of the inn and he smiled as Alesan came running up to him. Despite Tarrowlyn saying that she would eat once they returned to Jorrvaskr, Farkas had still grabbed a roasted goat haunch, some bread, cheese, and mead for her. And he was going to make sure she ate and drank every last bit of it too. " Take care of yourself, alright? And remember, you have to be sixteen before you can join the Companions." He spotted the dagger and coinpurse on the boy's belt, but Farkas didn't say anything. His brow rose curiously though as he looked to Tarrowlyn for a second and then back to Alesan. What had he missed while he had been inside?
" I'll remember. Thank you for rescuing me." Alesan replied brightly.
He then ran inside the inn as Farkas walked over to where Tarrowlyn was. She had a sad smile on her face and she was digging through one of her saddlebags for something. " You ready?" he asked, his voice a bit sullen at leaving the boy behind. He should have talked Tarrowlyn into adopting him. There was room enough for him to stay at the mead hall with her.
Tarrowlyn nodded silently. " Yeah. Lets get back to Jorrvaskr." She’d be back soon enough. But first, she needed to get in touch with Rayya to have some extra furniture ordered for the manor. They were going to need enough beds for four now.
But how am I going to slip away from Jorrvaskr long enough to get Alesan on my own? I don’t want any of the others finding out about the kids. Tarrowlyn pondered. She hoisted herself into the saddle and she gently urged Tanaris forward. “ You alright over there?” she asked Farkas. He had been strangely silent all this time.
Farkas was still looking towards the town as it faded from sight. “ I’ll be fine.” he replied softly. He didn’t feel right about this, but he had a funny feeling he’d be seeing the boy again before long. “ Here. I know you said you were alright, but eat up. You’ve barely touched your food the last few days to make sure Alesan and I had plenty to eat.” Farkas forced the small sack with the food items inside into Tarrowlyn’s hands and she smiled fondly at him. He had all but seen through her front after all.
“ Thank you, Farkas.” she whispered. “ Are you sure you….” She stopped short of offering him anything when he shot her a rather intent glare. “ Never mind.”
“ I’ve already eaten this morning. You need it more than I do.” Farkas retorted. “ Now eat.”
Tarrowlyn shook her head with a soft chuckle. She wasn’t used to be on the receiving end like this. Normally, she was the one who was forcing others to take care of themselves before she even thought of taking care of herself.
“ You don’t always have to be the one to take care of everyone, Tarrowlyn.” Farkas said, reading her thoughts somehow. “ You need to take time to yourself.”
Tarrowlyn swallowed the bit of cheese she had just taken and she sighed happily. Only Farkas would remember how much she loved Eidar cheese. “ It’s a force of habit. Despite being the youngest, my ma needed help keeping my brothers taken care of. I feel like that it’s all I’ve ever known since my pa died, putting the needs of others before my own…And now, I'm alone when I need them the most.” Tarrowlyn thought of her brother Mikhail and her poor mother. She didn't want to think of the anguish she had put her darling mother through with her disappearance from Mzulft. She missed them so much her heart hurt.
Farkas pulled Tanaris’ reins to stop the mare as he brought Thunder to a stop as well. Tarrowlyn looked up at him curiously and Farkas shook his head. His hand moved from the reins to take one of hers and he met her gaze. The other reached over and Farkas rested that hand against her neck, tenderly stroking her cheek with his thumb. She needed to know how serious he was about this. “ You are not alone in this, Tarrowlyn. I’m with you every step of the way. I’m your friend first and foremost. I won’t let you go through it alone anymore.” he promised her.
Tarrowlyn’s breath all but seized in her chest at the sincerity in both his voice and eyes. Again, he was subtly reminding her that he was willing to wait for her, however long it took. The urge to close the distance between them and kiss him was overwhelming; and shocking for that matter, but Tarrowlyn didn’t budge. A single tear fell from her cheek and she smiled after a moment. “ Thank you.” she whispered. Her arms wrapped around his neck as Tarrowlyn gave him an awkward, but platonic hug, and Farkas returned it. A little bit of the darkness that had settled over her heart and soul lifted from her. Tarrowlyn hadn’t felt that kind of ease since she had woken up after her attack.
Farkas was helping her mend and Tarrowlyn didn’t even realize it.
A/N: I know...It's been ages since I posted anything. I'm currently rereading RotH to be sure I didn't miss any important tie-ins for BWU when I spotted so many tiny grammatical errors in this chapter alone that I couldn't leave them be! It's been slow going, but I can promise that I have been working on my other stories here. I just hit a rather massive writing block towards the onset of the holiday season last year. Little by little, I'm trying to work past it, but I am hoping to have something new posted soon. I will more than likely be going in to fix all the little bits and pieces here again later today, so don't be too surprised if you see there's been quite a few edits made to both of my Skyrim fics. Lastly, thank all of you for being as patient as you have been! It will be rewarded! I promise!
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